OMIGOSH! Umm, I was hoping to get this is up Saturday, but it kind of didn't work that way. I'm so sorry. Please forgive both of us! Anyways, same thing still stands with CJSummer.

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Jen: hello!

J: hi

Jen: why am I here?

J: cuz I put you here

Jen: why?

J: cuz I'm bored and felt like it

Jen: is that why you write stories? because if it is, there's no way your the author of The Darkest Powers

J: what are you talking about? *looks everywhere but Jen*

Jen: Kelly Armstrong is the author!

J: where did you find that out?!

Jen: TS is lying on the floor.

J: crap

Chapter 11- I'm Sorry

song I'm listening to for some unknown reason: DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love

CPOV- Chloe

I believed him. That was the problem. It wouldn't be so hard if this I didn't believe. Heck, I trusted him. If I had only known how this would all make this much sense, I would have never listened to Chelsiey. But, I hadn't, so I couldn't have prevented it. And now Tori is with him... I couldn't handle it. I took a deep breath before continuing,

"I don't know if I could go through that again. the things you said and the way you said them..." I stopped as I realized I wouldn't be able to hold it anymore. The pain, anger, rage, hurt, and love crashed on me. All the emotions I had bottled up since the beginning of this whole, stupid, lousy, ridiculous charade. The tiredness crashed on me and I collapsed to my knees, sobbing. I couldn't hold it. We had been together for almost two whole years! And then this girl, this supernatural, got jealous of me. And decided that she wanted it. She stole the one boy who understood. Who took the time to listen to my stupid nightmares, to all my fears. Who cared for me, who helped me with my parents, didn't scream when he had every right to. Didn't run. Didn't desert. He, instead, fell in love. With me. With me. And I fell for him.

A warm, comforting something wrapped around me, pulling me closer to another warm, solid something. I wrapped my arms around it and sobbed into it. Another warm, comforting something wrapped its fingers, meaning it was an arm, in my hair, keeping me against, what was presumably, a chest. I opened my eyes to see blackness. Blackness... a black tee. Derek. I sobbed harder. Clutching him more tightly, I thought of all the times we had been like this. Me wrapped in his arms, him, comforting me. I snuggled deeper into his chest.

I was so distracted that I didn't hear Tori take Chelsiey out, but I heard the click of the door as it closed. Pulling away, I wiped my eyes on the back of my hand. I looked up at Derek from my beneath the hood of my cloak.

His green eyes studied me, so full of worry that I gasped. His gaze whipped to mine. Gingerly, his hand lifted my face, cradling it. His thumb gently rubbed my jaw and I leaned into his palm. I closed my arm, comforted by his nearness and the gentleness of his touch.

When I opened my eyes, Derek was right there. His gaze flitted to my lips, then to my eyes, and back to my lips. He leaned forward and hesitantly brushed his mouth my against mine, like he was scared that I would pull away. When I didn't move, he pressed against my lips more certainly. He parted his lips slightly, pulling mine along as they followed the slow, synchronized pattern we knew. Our lips knew each other, following the rhythm to the pattern they had long ago memorized.

As the sparks flew, I moaned quietly, savoring the amazing feeling of his lips on mine. I leaned into him, craning my neck so I could continue the wonderful contact.

This kiss was better than the one that had happened earlier tonight. It was less aggressive, less... wild. But still passionate. It was intimate, sweet, loving, and beautiful and it left me more breathless than any crazy, wild, heated make out session. Derek's large hand cradled my head, fingers weaved into my hair, whiled its twin ran trails of fire up and down my back. And my hands weren't doing any better. They had tangled themselves into his surprisingly soft locks, his black hair curling around my fingers.

I protested quietly as Derek took his mouth away, but it quickly turned to a moan of pleasure as he began to place feather light kisses on my jaw. I threw my head back, allowing him to get the best reach. My hands pushed his head into my neck, the nails scraping gently against his scalp. Derek moaned quietly at the feeling and he buried his face into the crook of my neck, taking in my scent. I leaned my face into his hair, breathing in his unique scent. Outdoors-y, with a hint of honey and... raspberries. ('you made him smell like raspberries? Yes, apparently you did.' 'I couldn't think of anything else.' '*scoffs*')

"I'm sorry" Derek's lips brushed my skin. I shivered at the feeling. "I'm so, so, so sorry that the one time you needed help the most, I was the one that was causing your problems. You don't have to forgive me. You can hate me all you like, but at least know that I will forever be at your beck and call."

I pulled away from Derek, uncertain. Why would he continue to help me if I forever distrusted him? My confusion must have shown, because Derek finally looked at me. And when he opened his mouth, the words I expected the least came out.

"I love you." Derek's eyes met mine, his emerald gaze holding me captive. "And even your hate can't change that. Sof if you won't have me as the one you can forever trust with your heart and secrets, at least I can satisfy (that sounds so suggestive! *blushes*) by always being on hand. Where you I'll drop everything as soon as you need me too." I stared at him, as he glanced away to hide his hurt. Derek... he would be my servant? The idea was so ridiculous that couldn't help the giggle that escaped me. Another giggled escaped at the image of Derek dropping his homework and calculator if I screamed over the sight of a spider. (I hate spiders) I shook my head, and struggled to contain my giggles. Derek looked at me, completely stiff and uncertain. Probably wondering what I was laughing.

"Derek, to even think of you acting as my 'servant'"-using fingerquotes around the word servant- "is ridiculous. NOt only would I never do that to you, but the idea of you doing willing-" another giggle escaped. "no way.

"But," I dropped my voice a couple of notches, turning serious. I looked at him, letting him know exactly what I couldn't display in words. "There will never be any need for-" I stopped and jerked my head up at the sound of approaching feet. Derek's eyes widened as he finally heard them, which is surprising that I heard it first, since he has his wolfy senses. Derek scowled at me. Oops, I must have accidentally said that out loud... I ignored him. We got to our feet, brushing our costumes off. I fixed my skirt, and straightened my cape. "How bad is my make up?" I whispered. Derek tilted my face up and looked it over. He grunted an okay. I nodded. As I heard them come closer, I whispered to him,

"Later." he nodded and retreated to a corner of the room. I took a deep breath and readied myself to meet Caleb and survive the rest of my party.

How about that? And the raspberry thing was Danni. She stole the computer while I went to get a snack and wrote that. Not my idea, at all. Anyways, hopefully I can get 12 out on time! By next Saturday hopefully. Love all of you!

Toodles!

-DJ